A group of locals has gathered in the common room, most armed with with makeshift weapons. (Clubs, kitchen knives, pitchforks, etc.) A single guardsman (greying and well past his fighting days) is trying to listen as a dozen people try to tell the tale at once.

As you descend the steps, Becca looks at you three and points "That's them, their the cause of all this ruckus!"

The small mob falls silent, and the guardsman looks towards you and says. "I'm Duncan, in Lord Mallister's name what in the nine hells is going on here?

After much discussion Duncan decides that you are not to blame. Several locals gather up the rat-men bodies and cart them up to Lord Mallisters Keep, for him to see upon his return. None of the townsfolk seem to have a clue about the creatures.